It seems the ashes of her ever-deteriorating soul has flowed in me too deep,
in the back of my mind, anonymous,
sitting,
waiting,
wishing on a million broken stars.
a billion fake cries to the blackened earth.
a trillion torn insides.
she thinks she can follow me back home,
but she won't.
she thinks she can stay in the pit of my sullen lullaby,
that she can be the burnt bridge at my crash landing.
i will be waiting.
Author notes
Idk.
Whatevs you want to make of it.
We speak; we wait.
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are you writing about me again? i swear this is how ive felt the past two days <3 <3 <3
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totally.
i'm in your brain, madi dearest.
you know how i dooooo.
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